"This doesn't mean anything," he adds again, but there's something a little unsure about his tone. He's trying to convince himself just as much as he's trying to make Scorpius believe it, and that much is evident. He snuffles his face against his throat, and then adds: "You smell like my soap."
He might be imagining it, but god, the thought is embarrassingly appealing.
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He might be imagining it, but god, the thought is embarrassingly appealing.